![]() ![]() AINT NO REST FOR THE WICKED FULL14 explains that the wicked shall “drink of the wine of the wrath of God, which is poured out full strength into the cup of His indignation. The wicked can never close their eyes for good therefore they will never have rest. He was right in his conclusion about the human condition-total depravity.īut Shultz was wrong about one thing. AINT NO REST FOR THE WICKED HOW TOI thought about how to witness to the lead singer: anyone who relies on their own efforts is wicked. We rest in the efforts of our Redeemer, Jesus Christ. And what a great gift we have in this present world of suffering to be given Sunday: a day of rest from our labors, a taste of our eschatological hope to be fed and clothed by our Savior. What a great promise it is for the Christian to have eternal rest in Christ. ![]() I began thinking how everyone wants rest. Although, it is such a horrific truth that I didn’t feel comfortable singing it in my “cool mode.” I’ve already written an article on active rest for the believer, so that may be a good precursor to this one. I certainly agreed that there ain’t no rest for the wicked. You know there ain’t no rest for the wicked, Until we close our eyes for good.Īfter the preacher is arrested, the singer concludes:īut even still I can’t say much Because I know we’re all the same, Oh yes we all seek out to satisfy those thrills… Oh no We can’t slow down, We can’t hold back Though you know we wish we could. You know there ain’t no rest for the wicked, Money don’t grow on trees, We got bills to pay We got mouths to feed Ain’t nothing in this world for free. When he asks the prostitute and the mugger why they are resorting to their acts, their response is the chorus: ![]() Lead singer, Matt Shultz, sings from the perspective of a guy on his way home, approached by a prostitute, then mugged, only to go home and see a preacher on the news arrested for stealing from his church. But of course, I’m a housewife theologian so I end up analyzing the song. If you’ve heard it, you know it has a great beat for trying to pretend you’re in any other car than a minivan. I landed on a ditty by Cage the Elephant, Ain’t No Rest for the Wicked. That’s right: cool, thirty-something mom cruisen’ the highway in her minivan with the windows down-in search of a good song. So I was having one of those rare moments where I’m all alone driving. ![]()
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